Into Each Life a Little Rain Must Fall

And it did.  And it wasn’t really a little.  Less shower, more downpour.  And I had left my waterproofs at home.  I know, “call yourself a professional” and all that, but I have not been my usual super-efficient self of late.   Mind you, I may have imagined that self.  The deluge began in earnest just asContinue reading “Into Each Life a Little Rain Must Fall”

Ten Go Mad at Rosemoor

“Oh yes”, I bragged, “we will be there at 10.00, forming an orderly queue or hammering on the door dependent on how much coffee I have drunk”.  So confident was I that we would be early than an illicit meeting had been arranged with Rusty Duck in the car park for the furtive exchange of “goods”.  You don’tContinue reading “Ten Go Mad at Rosemoor”